If this was my last poem, I should suffer immeasurably. I'd wake late in the day- there'd be nothing in the early light of collective awakening to record in cursive letters. I'd eventually lose my sight for irony and ecstasy in the mundane, then life would be perfectly uninteresting. The ream of used printer paper recycled for blotted thoughts would gather dust and no more dreams. This pen would be left standing nib-up in an old coffee mug, until its ink dried. When taken later to quickly scribble an address or number it would grate angrily against the grain. I'd let my wrist loose and jerk the pen and the air would be moved to whip me. I'd feel shame for once I had used this pen as a whip.
Inspired by daily prompt: Last Words & my ongoing study of the Imagist free verse form.
This is Bee-you-ti-ful! 😀 I am so glad this is not the last poem of yours I get to read 😉
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Aw, so sweet. Thank you dearie.
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Absolutely beautiful Sam ⭐
Sending you all my best wishes!. Aquileana 😀
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Thank you so much Aquileana! I am so glad to hear it. And my best wishes coming your way… 🙂
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I lost words for this poem. Brilliant.
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Thank you.
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Wow, there is no word to describe this, just wow…. Exceptional Sam
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Thank you Ruth. That means a lot, coming from you 🙂
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Nice one! Yeah this has become quite our habit!
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Thank you Piyush 🙂
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Wonderfully penned…. 🙂
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Thank you Maniparna. I appreciate it.
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Lovely imagery, Sam
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Thank you Judy 🙂
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I saw your poem reblogged on another site, and was brought to tears, just because it was like finding a treasure!
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Dear Fimnora, thank you so much for such a heartfelt comment. I am moved by it. Hugs.
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You’re very welcome! Hugs heading back your way.
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Please use the pen for what it is meant to do, you continue with your work…to amaze us 🙂
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🙂 Thank you Alok. It’s everyone here who get me to continue sharing my writing – the good, the bad and the ugly and they still like it! I’m the one who’s amazed.
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A lovely free-flowing description of your love of writing
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Thank you. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Impromptu Promptlings and commented:
And yet another WOW for Sam… I am so amazed at the talent on this website.
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Oh my goodness! I get very awkward when praised so please don’t mind my silly replies. I am truly and greatly honoured by your supportive readership. It means a lot to my personal journey. You are one of a kind, love.
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I know it was a prompt, but Noooooooooo!!!!
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Haha! hugs
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I’d eventually lose
my sight
for irony and ecstasy
in the mundane, then
life would be perfectly
uninteresting.
A wordless WOW is my highest rating. I’m blown away by the truth of that stanza. What a magnificent poem.
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Thank you Calen for all your love. I imagined my life without poetry and the words came.
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Beautifully written, Sam. You should, most certainly, never stop writing poetry.
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Thank you for the support Millie. If I ever feel like stopping I’ll just read this comments thread. feeling loved
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‘for once I had used this pen as a whip.’ What a strong line to end with! Fantastic closing, Sam.
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Thank you Lois.
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If what you said is true, then please dear, don’t do it… You are awesome in this 🙂
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Just a prompt Nimmi dearest. I am not stopping. Hugs…
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I’m so glad to hear that 🙂 Hug you too, woh bhi tight wala 😉 ❤
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please don’t ever stop writing poetry.
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So kind. Thank you for the support hon. I won’t stop.
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